That night, that dress. Baby, I must confess. I was tongue-tied, but inside. My mind got way ahead of me. . I'm stuck in this confusion. Trapped in some illusion.
You feel out of breath. Used up and broken down. Just like a shattered glass. In pieces on the ground. . Some days you wanna scream. But you can't make a sound.
Last July, I drank a bottle of Wolf Blass. And passed out in the tall grass on Portabello Road. Yeah, the sky was alive held you like a gemstone. Got lost on the way home and never told a soul.
Show me just what you're made of, paint it up on a canvas. Master creatures and make up for the world to see. Write it down in your black book, tuck it in, underneath your bed.